Think we'll never fall into
The jealous game
The streets will flood
With blood of those who felt the same
Friends, lovers, or nothing
There can only be one
Friends, lovers, or nothing
There'll never be an in-between
So give it up
I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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